Something more than WRONG!!!

There must always
be a fix
in the making of me
larger than
the life I have
led this far
down the jagged path.

There are dimensions
to analyze and adorn
with annoying trophies
on this narrow path
fraught with suicide
and it's distant cousin,
surreal heights.

There is the wrong
in the fabric
built out of rebar,
lining the canyon walls,
poised to break,
wide open,
on that grayed-out
pavement,
splattered
while we contemplate
polarity.